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Fic: A Peek into Cross Marian's Mind 10
Title: A Peek into Cross Marian's Mind
Characters: Cross Marian, Allen Walker
Alternate Link: on FF.net
Summary: He wouldn't get caught! Anything to survive and screw that slave driver's scheme up, he thought decidedly.
10. Prudence/Precaution
Sometimes Cross Marian cursed the blessed green land they were given. In other times when he was enjoying himself (possibly with the company of fine wine, fine woman and an expensive cigarette) he would gladly revel in nature's undefeated glory. The alluring greeneries often make people worship Thy glory and lost themselves in the joy of being within God's creation.
But lines of trees and mountains obscuring his vision also reminded him of the fact that God's finest was also the deadliest. Nature could be as lethal as arsenic when one was careless enough for disaster to befall them.
Trees blocking the sight make many unlucky souls lost in their midst. And there's the fact that geological scenic places were natural death traps. Chasms, canyons, cliffs, you name it. Not to mention that during the night wild and dangerous animals ran about the wilderness. Nocturnal animals hunt during the night, duh.
Of course, none of the animals would dare get close to him.
What about his useless idiot apprentice?
Maybe.
His useless idiot apprentice was a constant problem in his night excursions. The boy was unaccustomed to the dark, loud, wimpy, useless and sometimes idiot beyond comprehension. Then again, Cross should've remembered that Allen Walker sometimes has the curiosity of a cat. The expression "cat got your tongue" just wouldn't suit the white haired boy with the cursed eye.
"Master, why are you out in the woods so often?"
"Non of your business."
"But isn't it dangerous?"
"Don't tell me what to do, useless idiot apprentice."
"Is there any akuma in the woods?"
Before Cross could retort, the boy continued his seemingly unending questions, "But why would an akuma venture into a forest where there are no people?"
The boy was a complete idiot, Cross surmised, how much denser could the boy be? Allen knew (and had experienced the worst firsthand) all of his trademark quirks and lifestyle, yet the idiot apprentice can't put two and two together and get a four?
In times such as these Cross would wonder, "Why did he give his agreement to the Fourteenth?! Why did he take this loud-mouthed kid as apprentice? Why didn't he just drop the kid at an orphanage?" He must have the patience of a saint (although others have never agreed with him on this matter), Cross consoled himself. He would endure this as long as the boy made his flamboyant lifestyle more bearable—translating as "money making".
Which why Cross was now packing his things into his suitcase. He didn't have much possessions he brought along with him so it didn't take him long to pack. Taking out a wad of paper and a pen he scribbled something. It was the time to practice his calligraphy skills yet again. Peering over the result of his practice Cross decided that lack of practice didn't lessen his "style" one bit.
Heaving the suitcase over one shoulder Cross calmly traipsed out of the inn he was staying at. He'd left a note with his practiced calligraphy for his apprentice on the table. Time to get a move on.
When Allen returned from running errand for his master all he found was an empty pristine room (and an expensive one to boot), an empty wine bottle and glass, and a letter addressed to "useless idiot apprentice". Allen suddenly had a bad feeling about this.
His hand was shaking as he reached out to the folded paper. His bad hunch was proven true when he read the letter (with a fairly good caricature of the half masked red haired general at the end),
"Waiting for you at the next town.
Cross Marian
P.S. Don't forget to take care of the debts there first, useless idiot apprentice!"
What kind of a man left a child behind to pay off his debts!? And this wasn't the first time it happened.
Allen had two choices left if he want to survive; the first was to work his bones off to pay his master's debts (which would give his master an immense satisfaction and Allen definitely loathed him for it), the second was to follow suit—after all a student takes after his master.
Remembering his previous experiences, the boy decided on choice two (he blamed his master for his misbehaviors)—run away. Shoveling his few belongings in a rucksack, Allen quickly fled from the inn. He didn't want to be forced work to pay his master's monstrous debts all the time, he nearly died of starvation, stress and fatigue the last time. Allen Walker could put the rodi slaves to shame.
Bolting through the townspeople and even knocking some of them off their feet ("I'm so sorry!") Allen managed to reach the borders of the town in record time. His practiced senses were telling him that they were near... He could feel the ominous aura growing thicker by the second. He needed to get out of the town to avoid from being caught by the numerous creditors right now. Or live to face the consequences (although he felt bad about doing this, it was a crime his master had enforced on him).
Allen lightly hoisted over the stone walls covering the whole town. All the works he'd done to earn money had left him lithe, agile and unexpectedly strong for someone of his stature and age. The boy headed to the woodland in hopes of loosing the chasers (he now had a complete understanding of his master's late night excursions). The foliage grew thicker and thicker as the boy trudged through the dirt path and steered away from the existing path as a result of sheer paranoia and redundant precaution.
Most people said that a boy would die of the dangers involved in being what civil society deemed as "a small defenseless child alone in the untamed jungle". Plus, the setting sun also added to the dangers.
Said boy, Allen Walker—a host to a parasitic innocence, former street performer, apprentice exorcist and a debt payer, mentally scoffed at the thought (since scoffing was considered improper). He wasn't scared, he was nothing like what other people thought of him nor his master's ways of describing him (useless, idiotic, wimp, meek, filthy, two-face, bratty, girly, shorty, and so on). The thought made Allen rejected the idea of being scared with even more fervor.
Allen picked up his pace as the sun vanished from the horizon and he went deeper into the jungle. The creditor townspeople wouldn't dare to venture into the jungle, his escape would be successful. He wouldn't get caught! Anything to survive and screw that slave driver's scheme up, he thought decidedly. He could even endure the invasion of the ravishing mosquitoes and the twigs scratching his skin for that goal.
His face scrunched up in slight annoyance as he recalled the notorious Cross Marian and his infamous trade mark of shocking red hair and wide brim hat. It was all his master's fault, he could just imagine the red devil calmly sipping his wine with a cackling background. Urgh, he felt sick just by imagining it.
The young boy continued to grope blindly in the dark, still proceeding onward. He knew that his master have probably taken the same way as he was now (and that the general would then stay in an expensive hotel at the town across from this thick jungle). If his master went through it, then so could he. No matter if it was completely dark, he could take care of himself.
Oh, how wrong he was.
Allen didn't spend much of his time learning the surrounding terrain or geography like Cross did. He didn't have the experiences Cross had. He didn't know of the steep, dangerous cliff just right ahead, covered by the enshrouding foliage and bathed in the darkness of the night.
And fall he did.
It was with utter glee that Cross Marian came to retrieve him from his position the next day. Timcanpy had found the boy dangling from a thick tree's root when he didn't show up at the next town per the general's order.
Cross roared with laughter for the rest of the day—much to the boy's chagrin.
Omake
"Master, please help me!"
"Do you really like hanging from a tree so much? You shouldn't have underestimated mother nature again!" Cross replied gleefully in between laughter, still peering over the cliff to see the pitiful boy's beseeching visage.
"I-I didn't mean to underestimate or anything this time!" Allen retaliated weakly.
"Yeah, sure, sure, whatever." Cross waved him off. "You went off charging with no underestimating thoughts what so ever." he quipped. He watched as the boy scowled.
"I didn't see that there was a cliff in front of me!"
"Did you?" he mocked lazily. "Hmm, maybe you should develop night vision like mine..."
"...Eh?!"
"Consider this as a part of your training, useless idiot apprentice."
Note
Rodi slaves: they are the slaves forced to build the 1430 km road from Anyer to Panarukan in Indonesia 200 years ago under governor-general Herman Willen Daendels' rule (Nusantara or currently known as Indonesia was under Netherland's rule for around 3 centuries). Originally known as the Great Post Road (Indonesian: Jalan Raya Pos, Dutch: De Groot Postweg). The road was built by manual labour!
Rodi slaves are the equivalent of Romusha (slaves during Japan's short rule in Indonesia).
This chapter was inspired by the zombie ark when the HQ was having their big move.
Characters: Cross Marian, Allen Walker
Alternate Link: on FF.net
Summary: He wouldn't get caught! Anything to survive and screw that slave driver's scheme up, he thought decidedly.
10. Prudence/Precaution
Sometimes Cross Marian cursed the blessed green land they were given. In other times when he was enjoying himself (possibly with the company of fine wine, fine woman and an expensive cigarette) he would gladly revel in nature's undefeated glory. The alluring greeneries often make people worship Thy glory and lost themselves in the joy of being within God's creation.
But lines of trees and mountains obscuring his vision also reminded him of the fact that God's finest was also the deadliest. Nature could be as lethal as arsenic when one was careless enough for disaster to befall them.
Trees blocking the sight make many unlucky souls lost in their midst. And there's the fact that geological scenic places were natural death traps. Chasms, canyons, cliffs, you name it. Not to mention that during the night wild and dangerous animals ran about the wilderness. Nocturnal animals hunt during the night, duh.
Of course, none of the animals would dare get close to him.
What about his useless idiot apprentice?
Maybe.
His useless idiot apprentice was a constant problem in his night excursions. The boy was unaccustomed to the dark, loud, wimpy, useless and sometimes idiot beyond comprehension. Then again, Cross should've remembered that Allen Walker sometimes has the curiosity of a cat. The expression "cat got your tongue" just wouldn't suit the white haired boy with the cursed eye.
"Master, why are you out in the woods so often?"
"Non of your business."
"But isn't it dangerous?"
"Don't tell me what to do, useless idiot apprentice."
"Is there any akuma in the woods?"
Before Cross could retort, the boy continued his seemingly unending questions, "But why would an akuma venture into a forest where there are no people?"
The boy was a complete idiot, Cross surmised, how much denser could the boy be? Allen knew (and had experienced the worst firsthand) all of his trademark quirks and lifestyle, yet the idiot apprentice can't put two and two together and get a four?
In times such as these Cross would wonder, "Why did he give his agreement to the Fourteenth?! Why did he take this loud-mouthed kid as apprentice? Why didn't he just drop the kid at an orphanage?" He must have the patience of a saint (although others have never agreed with him on this matter), Cross consoled himself. He would endure this as long as the boy made his flamboyant lifestyle more bearable—translating as "money making".
Which why Cross was now packing his things into his suitcase. He didn't have much possessions he brought along with him so it didn't take him long to pack. Taking out a wad of paper and a pen he scribbled something. It was the time to practice his calligraphy skills yet again. Peering over the result of his practice Cross decided that lack of practice didn't lessen his "style" one bit.
Heaving the suitcase over one shoulder Cross calmly traipsed out of the inn he was staying at. He'd left a note with his practiced calligraphy for his apprentice on the table. Time to get a move on.
When Allen returned from running errand for his master all he found was an empty pristine room (and an expensive one to boot), an empty wine bottle and glass, and a letter addressed to "useless idiot apprentice". Allen suddenly had a bad feeling about this.
His hand was shaking as he reached out to the folded paper. His bad hunch was proven true when he read the letter (with a fairly good caricature of the half masked red haired general at the end),
"Waiting for you at the next town.
Cross Marian
P.S. Don't forget to take care of the debts there first, useless idiot apprentice!"
What kind of a man left a child behind to pay off his debts!? And this wasn't the first time it happened.
Allen had two choices left if he want to survive; the first was to work his bones off to pay his master's debts (which would give his master an immense satisfaction and Allen definitely loathed him for it), the second was to follow suit—after all a student takes after his master.
Remembering his previous experiences, the boy decided on choice two (he blamed his master for his misbehaviors)—run away. Shoveling his few belongings in a rucksack, Allen quickly fled from the inn. He didn't want to be forced work to pay his master's monstrous debts all the time, he nearly died of starvation, stress and fatigue the last time. Allen Walker could put the rodi slaves to shame.
Bolting through the townspeople and even knocking some of them off their feet ("I'm so sorry!") Allen managed to reach the borders of the town in record time. His practiced senses were telling him that they were near... He could feel the ominous aura growing thicker by the second. He needed to get out of the town to avoid from being caught by the numerous creditors right now. Or live to face the consequences (although he felt bad about doing this, it was a crime his master had enforced on him).
Allen lightly hoisted over the stone walls covering the whole town. All the works he'd done to earn money had left him lithe, agile and unexpectedly strong for someone of his stature and age. The boy headed to the woodland in hopes of loosing the chasers (he now had a complete understanding of his master's late night excursions). The foliage grew thicker and thicker as the boy trudged through the dirt path and steered away from the existing path as a result of sheer paranoia and redundant precaution.
Most people said that a boy would die of the dangers involved in being what civil society deemed as "a small defenseless child alone in the untamed jungle". Plus, the setting sun also added to the dangers.
Said boy, Allen Walker—a host to a parasitic innocence, former street performer, apprentice exorcist and a debt payer, mentally scoffed at the thought (since scoffing was considered improper). He wasn't scared, he was nothing like what other people thought of him nor his master's ways of describing him (useless, idiotic, wimp, meek, filthy, two-face, bratty, girly, shorty, and so on). The thought made Allen rejected the idea of being scared with even more fervor.
Allen picked up his pace as the sun vanished from the horizon and he went deeper into the jungle. The creditor townspeople wouldn't dare to venture into the jungle, his escape would be successful. He wouldn't get caught! Anything to survive and screw that slave driver's scheme up, he thought decidedly. He could even endure the invasion of the ravishing mosquitoes and the twigs scratching his skin for that goal.
His face scrunched up in slight annoyance as he recalled the notorious Cross Marian and his infamous trade mark of shocking red hair and wide brim hat. It was all his master's fault, he could just imagine the red devil calmly sipping his wine with a cackling background. Urgh, he felt sick just by imagining it.
The young boy continued to grope blindly in the dark, still proceeding onward. He knew that his master have probably taken the same way as he was now (and that the general would then stay in an expensive hotel at the town across from this thick jungle). If his master went through it, then so could he. No matter if it was completely dark, he could take care of himself.
Oh, how wrong he was.
Allen didn't spend much of his time learning the surrounding terrain or geography like Cross did. He didn't have the experiences Cross had. He didn't know of the steep, dangerous cliff just right ahead, covered by the enshrouding foliage and bathed in the darkness of the night.
And fall he did.
It was with utter glee that Cross Marian came to retrieve him from his position the next day. Timcanpy had found the boy dangling from a thick tree's root when he didn't show up at the next town per the general's order.
Cross roared with laughter for the rest of the day—much to the boy's chagrin.
Omake
"Master, please help me!"
"Do you really like hanging from a tree so much? You shouldn't have underestimated mother nature again!" Cross replied gleefully in between laughter, still peering over the cliff to see the pitiful boy's beseeching visage.
"I-I didn't mean to underestimate or anything this time!" Allen retaliated weakly.
"Yeah, sure, sure, whatever." Cross waved him off. "You went off charging with no underestimating thoughts what so ever." he quipped. He watched as the boy scowled.
"I didn't see that there was a cliff in front of me!"
"Did you?" he mocked lazily. "Hmm, maybe you should develop night vision like mine..."
"...Eh?!"
"Consider this as a part of your training, useless idiot apprentice."
Note
Rodi slaves: they are the slaves forced to build the 1430 km road from Anyer to Panarukan in Indonesia 200 years ago under governor-general Herman Willen Daendels' rule (Nusantara or currently known as Indonesia was under Netherland's rule for around 3 centuries). Originally known as the Great Post Road (Indonesian: Jalan Raya Pos, Dutch: De Groot Postweg). The road was built by manual labour!
Rodi slaves are the equivalent of Romusha (slaves during Japan's short rule in Indonesia).
This chapter was inspired by the zombie ark when the HQ was having their big move.
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